[Astarion will gladly welcome the kiss, giving a frustrated murmur against Gale's lips before they're interrupted.]
Believe me, I tried—
[But their leader is right, Wyll is right. They shouldn't be lingering in a blood-stained temple surrounded by corpses when they could be resting in actual beds. He moves to help Gale up from the slab when the adrenaline running through his system abates for long enough to remind him that he took several Bhaalist blades throughout their encounter. He gives a hiss of pain, groaning with the effort.]
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Believe me, I tried—
[But their leader is right, Wyll is right. They shouldn't be lingering in a blood-stained temple surrounded by corpses when they could be resting in actual beds. He moves to help Gale up from the slab when the adrenaline running through his system abates for long enough to remind him that he took several Bhaalist blades throughout their encounter. He gives a hiss of pain, groaning with the effort.]
Ugh, hells.